He’s the intimidating, mysterious jerk on campus who takes drugs, keeps himself to himself and has parties every nigh…
“‘Do I intimidate you?’ he asked in a low growl.
‘No.’ I replied quickly, but it was an obvious lie.
‘Really?’ He was enjoying my squirming in the tight grasp his words held me in.
‘You don’t.’ I confirmed, becoming irritated.
I glared at him, my fists in balls as my back remained pressed against the wall of this dark corridor. His sparkling apple-green eyes danced in delight under the streak of moonlight seeping through a single window above the stairs.
‘Prove it.’ He smirked with all his might, loving my frustration.
I suddenly raised my hand, all set to slap him hard. I released the tension, but his strong fingers caught my wrist before I made contact.
There was a moment when he glared straight into my eyes in fury, but I broke the gaze as I looked at his plump pouted lips. Before I knew what I was doing I kissed him hard.
And he didn’t pull back.”